Venti  let  out  a  cheerful laughter  as he found himself  sat  too close  in front of the adepti, fingers  interlaced  with  his pointy  elf  ears, that had really caught  venti’s attention.  The irony, that  he  once  was  named ‘ elf ‘  and yet  he  had  no any resemblance towards it,  Unlike  xiao who makes him  more adorable,  as if he wasn’t  already.

wangshu inn was a nice resting place whenever she needed to traverse between mondstadt and liyue. the view was beautiful from up here but she had to wonder, whose idea was it to build a  structure coiling around a giant tree like this? or could it be, that someone built the building first with a sapling in the center and waited for it to grow into this magnificent tree? so many questions she wanted to ask, but she knew that even if she were to ask it’s current owner, they wouldn’t know. after all, history would always be lost to time and judging by the tree itself, it’s rather old.

“still, it would be nice to know more about the tree itself.”

                ❀ //       “ did you know that back in the days, people would gift each other flowers and every flower had a different meaning. so if you hated someone you gave them an aconite which means ‘hatred’ or ‘be cautious’.”

› ; .             COLD &&. DARK was the sky this fateful day , the lone wanderer having ventured onto foreign soil shuffling deeper into the mountain scape , braids flowing softly with each step . he knew not of what lie beyond cor lapis &&. amber struck giants that lined the rock formations , leading him to believe an angered god may even be lingering here in spite . no knowledge of liyue to guide him , assumptions led him astray down the path of adepti blessed terrain , something he saw as equal to his resurrected nature .

             something whisked by in a blur , eyes shifting to seek any signal of life or distinction that could draw a conclusion . nothing significant ; was it his imagination ? no , for it was the sudden pinch upon a neck - laced pressure point that suddenly alerted him of an unknown presence now stood behind him , &&. in his last few moments of consciousness , the world turned on its side as he collapsed into the stranger's arms .

             when vision came slowly filtering back into reality , viento found himself cradled in the arms of his capturer , an adeptus he had only heard folklore of upon passing the wangshu inn . the yaksha carrying the interloper in his grasp , like a stubborn warrior roping back a damsel caught in the crossfire . confusion stirred in his daze , a lone syllable croaking out before everything shifted in a reflexive nature — body suddenly slammed against a nearby stone jut from the earth , slim form now subject to the steadfast sneer of xiao .

             explanations came spilling out from the quiet one , the only words catching the still fuzzyheaded bard being ' jueyun karst ' &&. ' idiot ' . nothing made sense , nothing clicked , yet somehow the light color upon the other's features suddenly made sense when he huddled closer , checking over the smaller form for something — anything , only to seal their closeness with a tender kiss upon lips . even if everything was still lopsided &&. unintelligible , at least the physical connection was enough to spark a synapses in his brain .

bitch you’re telling me this after i spent 1000 $ on that shit .

     @nuotamer​​  //  s.c

     “  you   never  did  broke  your  promise.. not  even once  “  His  words   was  soft  and  cradled  with  affection;  as  his  fingers  gently  gripped  the  flute  resting  on  his  lap ;  long  out of  tune   due   to  the  years  of  neglect   from  it’s  owner  who  had  taken  a  deep  slumber.

    But  now  he  returned,  and  therefore  will  stay  for  much  longer.  “  You  came... despite   years  of  my  absence  ;  you   responded...  when  i called  out  for   your name .   “ And  a  oath  to  never  leave  again  was  promised  to  the  winds  of  the  west  sent  to his  direction to let  it  be  known  to  his  ears.  Only  he  would  hear  the  promises  of  Barbatos,  but  is  that  alone  worthy  enough  for  him  to  forgive  him  after   a  Millennium  of   abandonment  to  his  kin?

    “  I  have  really  caused  you  a  great    deal  of  pain... didn’t  I  ?  “  and  with  that,  his  fingers  slipped  from the  fragile  instrument  he  held  so  dearly.  Hands  reaching  to  the  mask  that  covered  his  dear’s  face.    The  horrors  and   debts   he  had  fought   for  a  thousand  years   had    sting  his  being  upon  contact  with  it’s  mask  ;  and  once  barbatos  hand  cradled  his  face.   Guilt  and  sadness   rushed  through  his  vain.   Sea  green  eyes  softened   as  he  stared  at  his  love  dearly.